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How bright the Moon, peeking through the trees.
A radiant bright, light to my eyes, does appease.
The fullness of the orb does brighten the night
No noise from the Moon, just pure delight.

Think not ill of me on this day
Or what might happen on the morrow
For my wish for you my dearest one
Is to bring you no more sorrow.

The world I know
Has come apart.
The one I love,
Has broken my heart.
Not because of intent
But due to disease,
That will not relent,
And leave her be
The way she was,
Full of love, for me.
It's an empty shell
She is starting to be.
The loss I feel,
Can not be described
For her love, you see
has been tossed aside.

I think of you and all others
Be they friend, sister or brothers.
It matters to me, for I know,
The love I have will soon grow,
To one of indifference and of hate,
If we, as humans, choose not to relate
To those whose life we don't see
A need for us to have empathy.

In step with the Devil, I am.
Not sure how that even began.
My mind must have subconsciously
Decided that I needed an anomaly,
For what life has in store or in mind.
I need to remember all of the Golden Rule
But avoid those who don't, be not a fool.

A sadness overcomes my battered soul,
As we discuss all the down sizing of
Collectibles acquired over all the years,
Must be disposed of, without the tears,
That come, when we reflect about
The joys of life, with a silent shout.

A vision of loveliness passed me today
While I was sipping on an iced tea.
There wasn't a glance sent my way,
No looking, no nod or turn of the head.
No hellos or how are you, said.
Not something that occurs every day
And then she was gone, gone away.

The slap of my feet, hitting the ground,
Is the only noise I hear all around,
Until the expelling of my out going breath,
Accompanied by cloudlet of sound.
As the ground rushes up to my feet,
A refreshing gulp of the cold Winter air,
The warmth of my hat, covering ear and hair.
When exercising, in the Winter is here,
As the air warms, my breath will disappear.

To know what you are
And know what to be,
It is most important,
That your mind runs free.
Unencumbered with cloudy thought,
A free thinker without any doubt.

The sight of flowers, in a ring;
Music of the birds, that sing.
Now the Sun, warming the air,
Brings many colors, everywhere.
I love seeing the newness of Spring.

Please don't bring problems to my door,
Please do bring your solution, to the fore.
I will welcome you and all the rest
To provide the answer and the best
Information to solve, this problem unique
In the simplest way, as we speak.
A learning process, this most certainly was,
In the development of the peoples cause.
I'll never forget, the friends I made,
While working together, being unafraid
To make those decisions, of what to do,
When it wasn't me but it was you.

What other weather will you throw this way?
We've had rain, hail and some sleet
That has whitened many a street.
The poor flowers, that survived the snow
And cold that we had for weeks,
When it is just the Sun, that peeks
Out from these black, stormy clouds,
That has brought the rain, down like shrouds.
The garden has taken more than it's share,
While rabbit's munching, the plant tops there,
The flowers that bloomed a year ago
Are now smaller than those that grow,
Near the suburban path, a sidewalk is
The way to see that which grows,
Perhaps even a strong minded Rose.